The Celtic Kingdoms
Chapter 1 - The Flautist.
It was early December, I was leaning onto my phone and hiding behind the farthest white pillar outside the ballroom hall, waiting to get the hell out of this unpleasant place.
I cursed myself for being so stupid and letting Hielia, "Miss Persuasive" tag me along with her to this 'waste-of-my-precious-time' evening masquerade ballroom party with wealthy,
high class people all around flaunting their expensive evening gowns and suits.
I typed my destination in the Uber app,
contemplating how Hielia always bickers about 'doing something other than just curling up on your couch and reading all day long under the Sunday morning sunshine,
will surely help in changing your introvert personality'.
"Something like SOCIALIZING! Join me to this amazing party tomorrow, there's going to be a crowd full of cool and high-class people to interact with, good music and free champagne!
You will love it Eve, I swear."
But she doesn't understand. I am not being an introvert, I am just being socially selective.
Alas, people here were no less. They were all too glitzy, boastful and irksome. Champagne was too bitter, and the music, too loud, out of my league.
I bought a black coloured mask, with dove feathers which were 'thankfully' covering most of my dull face.
I wore a crimson evening gown with a corset, along with the shiny silver heels (courtesy of Hielia in making me feel unbearably uncomfortable).
I picture myself, back to my room, peacefully curled up on my couch to resume reading 'The Century's Angel'......
Suddenly, my body jolted back and I gasped as I heard a faint, euphonious music blasting out from the hall.
The sound was so captivating, peaceful, and rejuvenating that it made me rush towards it and instantly, I felt like a rat running behind the tunes of 'Pied Piper of Hamelin.
' The sound was of a flute, being played so beautifully and perfectly that I was mesmerized and curious enough to run towards it.
As I entered into the ballroom hall, everything was same as before.
The fancy dining tables were still placed along periphery of the hall,
the guests were all seated and were busy drinking wine and eating exotic dishes barely glancing at the performers playing harmonious tunes at the dancing platform, which was empty before I left.
The pleasant tunes were followed by a violin, played with perfection.
I sat down on a chair placed near the door and gazed at the performers. I could make out figures of a bunch of musicians. Performing before me were five boys, probably in early 20s.
One of them was blond, playing a harp,
filling the air with low mellifluous music; two of them had long black hair and were playing some exotic stringed instruments; the one playing the violin was a white haired boy,
dressed in brown leather jacket. But the flautist... he was extraordinarily radiant and beguile. I stood still, gaping at him and hearing the tunes of his flute.
The blood in my nerves started to channelised by the tranquility filling inside me; thanks to that extraordinary music.
The flute player had his eyes shut and his brows furrowed into concentration. His mouth moved gracefully, producing lovely tunes from his instrument.
He moved his head rhythmically along with the melodies, waving his brown hair. The tunes were very soothing and pure. Every note was being played with perfection.
Strangely, he wore some plain, olive coloured pullover and blue denims, but inspite of looking underdressed and shabby, he looked pretty presentable.
The most astonishing thing was the pleasant and calm look on his face.
How is he so blissful while performing in front of a crowd full of hundreds of strange people who aren't even acknowledging him..?
I was intrigued, enchanted and strangely attracted to his music which was luring me forward you his direction. But suddenly the music stopped.
Save for the applauses, the ballroom hall was again filled with hushed voices, murmurs and chuckles.
The flute player studdenly opened his eyes and looked straight at my direction, watching me gaze intently at him he quickly gave me a sweet smile. I looked away instantly.
My head swayed as I kept wondering how he got to know that I have been looking at him the whole time. Giving up I went to search for Hielia.
I found her amidst a circle of lavishly dressed people. They were all laughing and probably talking about their rich possessions.
"Eveline! I thought you went home..." Hielia looked surprised but happy to see me again.
"No actually, I'm fine now. Hielia, can I talk to you for a moment?" I said.
"Yeah sure, everything alright with you?.. You look dumb-struck.." she said, with a worried look all over her face.
"Who were the people who just performed?" I said, too quickly for anyone but Hielia to understand.
"The one who just performed.... oh that! Markus told me they were of some traditional musical group. He just hired them for setting up the mood before the ballroom dance"
"I swear Hielia, I never heard such an enchanting music.You won't believe how glad I'm that I accompanied you here."I said.
"Oh, was it that good?", she said, fixing her orange glittery mask.
A waiter crossed by us carrying a plate full of delicious sweets, my stomach gurgled.
"It was great, I loved it. I wish I could appreciate them, cause no one else seem to care", I snapped.
"Oh, if you liked it so much Eve, then I can ask Markus to accompany you to their green room if you wish to take their "autograph"."
My heart dropped and crashed into my ribs.
I so want to meet them. Especially the flautist...